Dream of Venice

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Chapter 1: Dream of Venice


"What did you do now Rebecca?"

"Nothing, but the Animus picked up something."

"What is it?"

"Some sort of rogue program maybe? Hang on… shit, I can't get to it."

"Send it to my computer; let me have a spin with it. I'm a pro with these things."

"I would if I could. It's deep in the Animus right now."

"Maybe the Animus is trying to isolate it so it can safely delete it without disrupting anything." Lucy quipped in

"I can't tell you at this point-" "Typical" Shaun cut in. "-but it doesn't seem to do be doing much, it's just kind of floating around. It looks like it's trying to align itself with Ezio's memories."

"What the hell does that mean?" Shaun questioned.

"Abstergo could have put a safety program on this memory core. In case their plans went sideways, they'd still find what they needed."

"Maybe… I guess we're going to have to wait and see."

"If anything out of the ordinary happens, remove Desmond immediately from the Animus to stop the memory. Then we'll reboot the Animus and see if that does anything."

"Good idea Lucy… so here we go…"


Cole P.O.V.

So I activated the RFI. The beast is finally dead but not without cost. I sacrificed my life and thousands of others around the world for the sake of millions. So why doesn't it feel like I'm dead?

It just feels like I'm stumbling around. Unless this is what heaven is like? It's a lot darker than I thought. But when I think about it, me going to heaven is seem a little far-fetched. I don't think one big sacrifice would be enough for me to reach eternal happiness. I wouldn't be surprised.

But maybe opening my eyes will, you know… open my eyes on what's going on here.

I opened my eyes and found myself standing in the middle of nowhere. There were scrambling numbers and letters everywhere. So hell is not all fire and flames and being ass raped by the devil. It's math; math for the rest of eternity.

Oh the humanity.

Error: Low Synchronization Rate. Higher rate needed to access earlier memories. Searching…

What the hell does that mean?

The numbers eventually stopped flashing and began to write out a more specific number: 1486

Directly above it letters began scrambling themselves. After some time, they spelled out the words: Venice, Italy .

So… 1486… Venice Italy… Venice, Italy 1486…

Does that mean what I think it does? Nah, Cole you're losing it. That's impossible… right?

Another row of letters and numbers began scrambling themselves. They began to spell out: Sequence 9: Carnevale. Carnevale? I'm going to a carnival…?

Okay so let's try to put all of this together. Sequence 9: Carnevale, Venice, Italy, 1486. Interesting, but what does it all mean?

For once in my life, I'm actually completely lost.

Rows of sentences began spelling themselves out.

Rogue Program Identified. R. Subject 18 - Cole MacGrath

Deletion aborted.


Subject 16 - Confidential - Quarantined Zone.

Subject 17 - Desmond Miles.

Memories Aligned; Matches found

Synchronization Rate: 8%

Well I can confirm that I'm in a computer of some sorts. I'm going to take a wild guess and say that "rogue program" is me. Fitting name. But what does it mean by "Synchronization rate"? And who the hell is Desmond Miles?

I felt myself getting lighter. When I looked at my hand, a bright light had taken the place of it. The light began to traveling up my arm and it eventually engulfed my entire body.

And so we continue the odd adventures of Cole MacGrath.


"Well whatever that thing is, it's seemed to have fully aligned itself with one of Ezio's memories. Sequence 9 to be specific."

"So now it's just a matter of waiting and seeing what will happen."

"Hopefully something good…"

"Right, like any good can come out of this."

"You never know, Shaun. You got to have some faith sometimes."


I opened my eyes and found myself lying very lackadaisically on a dock with my hand just inches away from the water.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. It's been a long time since I've been able to sleep that peacefully. For once I was able to wake up knowing that there isn't any pressuring task that needs to be completed. I could lie here all day really. Um, wow, make that all night.

It was nightfall and the moon and stars were shining brightly. The fact that I could just sit back and relax and not worry about anything was really satisfying. Wherever I am, I sure as hell don't mind staying. I continued to stare at the night time sky, truly admiring its beauty for the first time.

"You there!"

Well that didn't last long.

I saw a group of soldiers, about three, were heading towards me. Another nice surprise; they weren't an "attack first, ask questions never" type of group. Alright keep it cool Cole. Maybe you can get out of this one without having to fight. Wait a second… do I even still have my powers? Is there even a source of electricity here?


"What are you doing here?" One of them asked. He has a very strong Italian accent but his English was still very 100% understandable. Thank goodness. I'm not very good with Italian.

"I'm just admiring the beauty of the night. I don't get out that much these days."

Hold the phone. Where the hell did this Italian accent come from?

"Aren't you heading to the Carnevale ?" Suspicion rising. Keep. It. Cool.

"Yes I was on my way but I got a little lost in the nighttime scenery. It really is a marvel to look at." This Italian accent is both cool and freaky at the same time.

"Hmm, okay messere. Enjoy the rest of your night and stay out of trouble."

"I will." They turned and walked away. That was way too close for comfort. I turned around and stared at the water, ready to test if I still had my powers. But something peculiar caught my eye first. My appearance.

My blue track pants have been tucked into black leather boots. I'm wearing blue short sleeved-sleeved robes with a white sash in the middle. I still had my white t-shirt underneath the robes, but the sleeves are much longer and the front is a bit poofy. The robes were doubled layered. They went down to the middle of my knees in the back and completely covered my thighs in the front. Layered metal completely covered my right forearm . I also had a single metal spaulder on my right shoulder and a metal glove on my left hand.

I bent down and to get a closer look. This has to be a dream. But do I at least still have my powers in this completely elaborate dream? Only one way to find out…

I took my right hand and dipped it into the water below. The fight between water and electricity commenced. Thank god; I still have my powers. But I'm going to have to use them sparingly. There isn't anywhere to refill for at least three to four more centuries if I'm correct.

So what do I do now?

I looked across and saw a grand festival going on across the river. That must be the famed "Carnevale."

Might as well go over there and see what the fuss is about.


When I arrived, I was handed a white mask. Everyone here had one at so to avoid standing out, like I somehow usually do, I put the mask on. Got to admit, it felt good to blend in with the crowd for once.

As I walked around I spotted a peculiar man in the crowd. He was in hooded white robes with a strange emblem on the front. He was also wearing a mask. Then he looked up and our eyes made contact. I immediately got the vibe that this man was dangerous. Something was telling me to stay away, stay far away from this man.

Duly noted.

I continued walking on and joined a group of people watching a jester do his tricks. Italians sure do know how to party.

While watching the jester, I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched. But every time I'd look around, there was no one around. Maybe I'm just paranoid. After all, I am a 21st century man in a 15th century world. But the question is why am I even here to begin with?

The feeling of being watched grew more and more each passing second. I kept turning my head to look around every so often just to triple check that my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. After possibly the millionth time, I spotted the man I saw earlier. His hood covered his eyes but I could feel him staring daggers at me.

I was transfixed. Everything began to move in slow motion. For each person that would pass by, he would disappear and reappear in a different spot. He progressively got closer and closer to me. My heart started racing. This man was dangerous without a doubt. I just wanted to run, run as far away as possible like a little bitch. But that isn't Cole MacGrath.

Some time passed and the man disappeared from my vision. But I knew I wasn't completely safe yet. Maybe taking a little walk will calm my nerves a bit. This could all just be paranoia. Maybe the man isn't real. The way he moves just isn't real. None of this seems real…

I walked to the docks and stared at the open water. For something that could kill me in an instant, water sure did calm me down. My heart race slowed to its normal pace and I felt my paranoia slip away. Just when I was about to sit down and enjoy the scenery further, I was roughly turned around and seized by the neck. I was dangling very precariously near the edge of the dock. When I opened my eyes, I was face to face with the man I saw earlier.

Oh, can things get any better?

"State your purpose." He firmly stated. He also has a strong Italian accent.

"What?" Great answer…

"State your purpose or I kill you where you stand!" Won't take that much effort man. All you'd have to do is throw me in the water. Seriously.

But I don't want that to happen.

"My name is Cole MacGrath, I am just a commoner. I mean no harm."

"How do I know you're not lying?" Damn…

His grip on my neck began to tighten. It was tight enough where breathing became difficult but it was still far away from choking.

Out of desperation, I grabbed his hand and sent a strong electrical charge up his arm. He screamed out in agony and let go of me. With the grace of a gymnast, I regained my balance and took this as an opportunity to get the hell out of here.

I ran through the crowd, pushing and shoving people out of my way. I turned and saw him in pursuit not too far behind me. Are those blades I saw in his hands?

"There he is! Get him!" Oh perfect, just when I thought things couldn't get any better. About six or seven soldiers in front me began heading in my direction, with every intention in the world to kill. But when they got to me, they just kept running. They weren't after me… they're after him .

A free pass, hell I'll take it.

The man was quickly surrounded by about 12 brutes. He managed to take down five in a spectacle that would only be seen in movies. He's a very skilled fighter. But he was quickly over-powered by the seven big ass brutes with axes.

Hmm. I can keep running, save my own ass and let that man potentially be killed. Or I can step in, risk my own ass and help him; this could be the only chance to show I'm not the bad guy.

What to do…

= Cole's attire is meant to resemble the Assassin's robes. Almost like a cross between the Assassin robes and Kessler's outfit.

What will he do? XD

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